tick tick tick tick
It's leaving at a beautiful rate. All that time, that useless reminder of who we could have been. Drop stock, buy life. Soil and sound and breath it down 'till the last alveoli drown. Failure is your friend, reflecting your black-tooth grin. Sinew snaps while synapse collapse. Each toke burns a keystroke and whisky drowns an inhibition.
Pulse, rhythm, and beat. Another night beneath a cold sheet, alone.
A daunting task, stringing together a hundred-thousand anythings.
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